The things we do for love

I drove to Edinburgh on Monday: suffered the indignity of a man sticking a cotton bud down my throat and ‘stroking’ my tonsils…. Before ramming it up my nose and almost tweaking my brain.

I set my alarm for 4 am… dragged my arse out of bed. Put on yesterdays clothes and walked the three minutes to the airport

Then I stood in a queue with 300 other people and sized up everyone’s bums to
See if mine was the largest….

Then watched as my beloved was singled out in the barrier checked and frisked and patted down and then endured a swab test on his hand baggage.

Good job they didn’t swab my cleavage.

Then we Boarded the plane …. With all the other hoomans far too close for Comfort.

Then I had to wait six hours and fifty minutes til it landed again…. Entertaining myself with Nic Cage and Jurassic park.

The man in the seat in front of my beloved tipped his chair so far back himself couldn’t even read his book because he didn’t have enough space to hold the book in front of him.

One thing kept me going… one thing..

Seeing this wee smiley face at the end of the trauma

She even cooked dinner for us and gave us wine in carafes to drink. (Note: not wine from carafes. Wine in carafes )